Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Good Song

This song really gets to me. I have a version by Pedro the Lion that I've been listening to. It makes me cry, and it's a good prayer.

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower.
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Documentary about the Future

Here's a fantasy documentary on computers written by Douglas Adams. It's pretty trippy. Especially when they fast forward to 2005. Man, that was a crazy year.

Hyperland

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Spring Break '09

My first choice for spring break activity is to travel. This year I couldn't find a travel partner, so I went with my second choice for spring break activity, which is to head up to Ft. Wayne, hang out with the family, and watch loads and loads of television. I don't have tv at my home and rarely have the chance to visit a friend that has a working boob tube. I started the break watching wedding shows with my mom and gawking at the spoiled brides disappointed with their $20,000 gowns, and the bridezillas asking their guests for money to cover the rehearsal dinner. Who knew weddings could be so entertaining?

From there, I made the trip over to my dad's, where I caught up on the news and watched a "Golden Girls" marathon. I think that I went shopping at the Salvation Army that the wardrobe department for the show must have donated the clothes after the Gals went off the air because I could've sworn that I was wearing the same sweater that Sophia wore in one of the episodes. I then flipped over to a show where the hosts (and I) criticize the wardrobes of others. I sat there in my granny sweater, gasping in total digust at the outfits of others. My dad then suggested that I be on that show because I would "be good."

Although it was great to catch some "Parental Control," "Wheel of Fortune" and "AFV," the gem of spring break had to be what my dad and I came across on the Discovery Channel. I don't remember the name of the show, but I do remember that the topic was on the little-known sport of freestyle canoeing. I fell in love. It made me reconsider my choice of wanting to live in a city as I watched the freedom these individuals had to just create their own sport out of a boat and paddle. I yearned for such a mundane existence that would force me to create something out of what I have available. I mean, that is the only way that anyone would come up with something like freestyle canoeing. The other great point of appreciation is that the participants do not take their artform lightly. In the partner canoeing, the men and women wear formal tops. One of the contestants dressed up like a pirate for his routine. (I looked him up on youtube, and in the year prior to the pirate routine he did "Phantom of the Opera." See video below)

The American Canoe Association defines freestyle canoeing as "the art and science of quiet water paddling." My personal favorite comment on one of the videos describes the couples' routine as such: "I can see why they are world champions, for a moment I forgot it was a canoe and it became a dolphin but with wings, then the winged dolphin canoe beast wasn't flying or swimming, it was floating as if weightless and suspended in a plane between sky and water."

Some of you might think that this is just as ridiculous as rhythmic gymnastics or synchronized swimming (both pretty awesome). For those of you who doubt the wonderment of freestyle canoeing, let me pose this question to you, asked of the readers of the "freestyle canoeing pamphlet": "What could be better than a canoe, water and the ability to maneuver gracefully?"

I think it's time we all shift from the "extreme" sports world and enter into a new era of "graceful" sports. We need to participate in activities where the chances of your bone snapping and puncturing through your skin are slim to nil, and the biggest worry you have is "boat bobble."





Monday, March 9, 2009

tattoo


I think I'm going to get a tattoo. Here is my idea. I want to get a teapot, a classic, quirky tea pot, that says "whistle!!!" out the spout. While sitting in a tattoo parlor, waiting for my friend Pete to get tatted, we came up with an idea of having the tea pot I want, but then, on the other side of "whistle!!!" there would be Tupac, looking like he's whistling. That way, you don't know if it's Tupac or the Teapot that's whistling. Then, you start asking which one is doing the whistling and it becomes a tongue twister. Tupac? Tea pot? Just try saying it.

Here is the MS Paint conception of the tattoo. I did the tea pot and Pete did Tupac. I'm not as good at MS Paint as Pete, so he did the tough part.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Eating Habits

I have never liked eating in front of people because I always feel like a savage barbarian. I especially refuse to eat chicken wings or ribs or anything on a bone. It's not a good look for anyone. On an impulse, while eating my lunch, I decided that I would record myself eating just so I could see how bad it really was. To my surprise, it wasn't as painfully grotesque as I expected.





After watching this video, I learned of a few things that I should probably work on:

1. Smaller bites. That first bite I took was absurdly large. It was continental. Thank goodness for those chunky cheeks...serves as padding to the fact that I have a massive wad of bread, lettuce, tomato & cheese shoved in there.
2. Take my time. I'm not competing for the fastest masticated sandwich award. Might as well slow down and enjoy the ride.
3. Watch that tongue swipe/teeth clean check move. It looks really gross and very Uncle-esque.

While I still have some progress to make, I do think I did some things right:

1. I kept my mouth closed.
2. I used the full range of my jaw extension. If you notice, my jaw goes up & down and in a circle. You can also tell that I maneuver that sandwich around in my mouth so that both sides of teeth get a chance at it. Or at least that I rotate sides in chewing. My jaw sort of goes in this left angle, right angle pattern. I think that's good.


Overall, I think that this was a positive experience for me. I'm not too ashamed of eating in front of others now that I realize it could be worse.